HA:
oh, *ahem* yeah, um, of course. Well… *Their voice and posture take a
sheepish tone as they explain* I’m gonna be real with you, it’s kinda…
My fault. I invited a character into the studio, and, um, another
creator might have shown up as well, and it all went downhill from
there.

[the
Fourth Wall is in the same state of disrepair as it was as a result of
the aforementioned event. Some ink and flesh-colored goo bubbles up
through a crack with an especially nasty burping noise, as if in
testament to HA’s guilt]

REPAIRMAN: [Nods, humming] Yeah, I’ve had that happen to me before…

[Turns to see MARIE’S eyes widening, rolls his eyes and lets Cat Slime go]

REPAIRMAN: Yes, Marie, I have. It was…well, it was something, but nothing that couldn’t be fixed…

[Goo spatters down the Wall.]

REPAIRMAN: …Eugh, speaking of which. Marie, could you–

MARIE: Way ahead of you. [Pulls a ladder from one of the toolboxes and leans it against the Wall.]

[As REPAIRMAN climbs up the ladder and works on the Wall, with MARIE occasionally passing a tool or grabbing the wobbly ladder, Cat Slime grabs a tiny rag and starts wiping off the goo that got onto the ground. His looking up at HA betrayed his desire for praise, and possibly cake.]

[HA’s eyes light up when they see CAT SLIME]

HA: hell–o little friend! I can get you some pie if, uh, *looks up at REPAIRMAN and MARIE) is it okay for them to have that?

[The REPAIRMAN holds an incredibly excited CAT SLIME back with an annoyed (and somewhat amused) expression on his face]]

CAT SLIME: Squeaks frantically, as if his life depends on it

REPAIRMAN: Yes, I know what they said. But, ‘cmon, show a lil’ restraint!

CAT SLIME: Squeaks that he totally has restraint and he’s fine JUST GIVE HIM THE PIE!

MARIE: …um, a-anyway, do you know what happened here? Maybe we could prevent this kind of thing…

HA: *chuckles* oh, you can call me, uh, Ani. You guys got here so
fast! I’m impressed. Can, uh, can I get you anything? Or do you .. um…
Do you wanna look at the, uh, the damage?

REPAIRMAN: W-well, Ani, I’m the Fourth Wall Repairman, and this is my sister, Marie…it’s not hard to go to other worlds, really… but uh, anyway, could you show us the damage?

MARIE: Yeah, and if you could tell us how it happened...

REPAIRMAN: You don’t have to…

MARIE: (shooting the REPAIRMAN a look) BUT it would be nice.

(CAT SLIME emerged from the REPAIRMAN’S blue toolbox, apparently having eavesdropped. He squeaked something hurriedly.)

REPAIRMAN: (slightly annoyed) No, Cat Slime, I doubt Ani has meringue pie on hand.

“I know… thanks guys…” Kit mumbled as her
eyes drooped and she snuggled under the blanket the blobs tucked her
into. Kit didn’t seem to mind the gray paint on the others’ hands
either-more like she wasn’t even aware-as small bubbles rose
periodically from Kit snoring lightly, almost looking as if she was
boiling.

Seeing Kit was resting Aggie floated over squeaking
softly. He seemed to be asking if she was ok, if it was permenant and
other such worried questions. Despite Cat Slime calming him down
earlier, Aggie was still quite worried.

Cat Slime clambered up one of the chair’s legs, trying to follow Aggie. He stumbled as he moved across the blanket. Panting, he squeaked more promises than he could think of, about how Kit would be okay, and how his owners would find a way to make things better.

And then he tripped, landing on what might pass for Kit’s cheek with a gentle pap. After quietly cursing in Slime, he pushed himself back up, continuing to promise that it would be okay. If Aggie wasn’t floating, Cat Slime would have pat him.

The Repairman and Marie, meanwhile, turned back to the Wall, quietly discussing how they might help the poor blob of gray paint. Every so often, they would turn back to glance at Kitterah, just to make sure she was still safe.

“I just don’t know if there’s some kind of cure we need or if we just need time, that’s the problem…”

“Well, do you have a book of remedies in that toolbox?”

“Um, maybe. I can check…”

“Urg…R-Repairman…I feel funny…”

“You okay–ach…”

They both stiffened, wincing from the sudden aching. They noticed their pains were strongest where Kitterah’s paint was…

Cat Slime, too, suddenly stiffened. He squeaked in shock, before lying to Aggie and saying he was fine.

All three felt butterflies in their stomachs, and the feeling was only intensifying as strange glows encircled them.

“… Trust me, if I was able to do magic still, I wouldn’t
have ‘walked’ all the way here. It doesn’t seem to be channeling right,
which I’m sure in in an effort to keep me this way as long as SHE wants.
And by she I mean TK of course.” Kit explained while heading for the
chair. It took some difficulty to climb in, but eventually she managed,
only leaving a few drop behind in the process.

“Man,” she
yawned… or at least she was pretty sure she did, “getting transformed
into something sure is tiring. Do you think it’s be terribly uncouth if I
just went to sleep here? Or you can just pour me in a bucket I guess…”
She became noticeably more relaxed as her previous-almost actual blob
shape- turned into something more akin to looking like a dew drop.

The Repairman nodded. It was always good to make sure before doing anything else.

He winced at the mention of TK, and got his hammer and nails ready to continue fixing the nearby Wall break. Still, before doing that, he went up to the grey blob and rubbed her head a little bit.

“Sure, Kit. Just rest for a bit.”

Marie dug into her hammerspace before bringing out a sizeable blanket, gently tucking Kitterah in.

“Don’t worry. We’ll help you through this…”

Neither blob seemed to mind the grey paint that was now all over their hands.

[HA
tenses, realizing the mistake they’d almost made. Chewing their lip
thoughtfully, they stay quiet while they think about the best way to do
this… After a moment, they draw a little cartoon version of themself on
the cell as an avatar of sorts, so the other two don’t have to deal with
them directly]

HA 2.0: uhh, hey– hey fellas!

(The REPAIRMAN squeaks, jumping back. Clearly he wasn’t expecting there to be anyone here, outside of HA)

REPAIRMAN: (still uneasy, as he recognizes this as a cartoon avatar of HA, but less scared) Oh, um, h-hi…

MARIE: (sighs, relieved if a little confused) “Oh! Hi! Who might you be? You know, you have a similar voice to–”

(She stops herself just in time.)

[hearing the voices, HA looks up, startled]

HA:
uh, he– hello? *Looking around, they notice REPAIRMAN and MARIE on the
cel* Oh! Oh, heyy, you’re here! Great! Uh, thanks for coming so quickly,
um, can I– can I get you anything? *scratches back of head awkwardly*

(The REPAIRMAN flinches, and his efforts to not look outside the cel visibly intensify.)

MARIE: W-wait, who said– (A crack visibly appears on the cel as MARIE winces, and the REPAIRMAN jumps in shock) …oh.

REPAIRMAN: (shudders, starts hyperventilating) M…Marie…w-was…

MARIE: I’m sorry, that was my fault. (thinks for a moment, then perks up) Well, uh, if one were to hypothetically welcome us and ask if we needed something…

(The Fourth Wall creaks a little, but does not budge. The REPAIRMAN gives a quick thumbs-up before going back to his frantic work.)

MARIE: I guess…I would say, um…no, I would ask… if they knew what happened…here?

(MARIE goes over and hands the REPAIRMAN a paper bag, that he begins to breathe into as he puts his trowel into a bucket of concrete)

REPAIRMAN: (between breaths) Thank…you…Marie…

“Wow, an abandoned warehouse … how original. ” ((the Repairman speaking. If Marie is there, she’s probably shaking and trying to keep quiet, and if Cat Slime is there, he’s squeaking indignantly.))

princess-of-eldin:

“Oh, my sincerest apologies!” The Demon Lord feigned concern for their comfort, “are the accommodations not to your liking?” He rose to his full height, glowering down at the three little blobs in the cage. “~~Despite what I might tell Anita…~~ You are not my guests, but prisoners–nothing more!”

“You should be grateful for your current situation in fact. Far better that I have chosen this than the dungeons to hole you up in for the time being. Unless you would rather I allow the Bobokins to do whatever they might please with you.” The Demon Lords beasts would either attempt to feast upon the little blobs or simply play around with them, roughly beating their new toys around with their clubs and fists.

“Considering the grim alternatives that I could have concocted for your initial confinement, you should really be watching that tone of yours.” He menacingly bared his fangs down at the repairman in particular with this final remark.

@siblings-a-fixin

As the Demon Lord rose up, the Repairman stepped forward protectively, as Marie and Cat Slime shuffled to hide behind him. The Repairman glared indignantly.

“Grateful–?” he started to protest, before the Demon Lord mentioned other monsters and a dungeon. Even he flinched as the demon bared his fangs.

He stole a glance at his still-shaking sister, holding their terrified pet. He sighed, looking downwards.

“…Fine,” he said after a while, with the bare minimum amount of sincerity. “Thank you for your hospitality.”

Marie swallowed, before moving forward an inch.

“Wh…what do you want with us?” she asked, shrinking back down.

[Back in the STUDIO, HA blinks at the phone, debating whether they
should call back, then puts it back on the hook, opting instead to wait
and not press. Awkwardly, they plop down into a chair twiddle their
thumbs]

[One clock-wipe transition later, the REPAIRMAN and MARIE arrive on an animation cel in the STUDIO]

REPAIRMAN: Well, here we are. Now let’s just get this overwith…

(Looks around uneasily, as he pushes the cart)

MARIE: Are you sure you’ll be okay…?

REPAIRMAN: Huh? Yup, yeah, no reason to worry at all…(nervous laugh)

(The REPAIRMAN continues to glance around frantically, making a point to avoid looking at the fourth wall)

While the rest of the girls were dancing enthusiastically, Beep
seemed a bit surprised that Cat Slime chose her. “Oh- Oh! You’re asking
me?” she asked. “Well, it’s been a while, but…”

She looked back at him. Of course, she was his guest after all. How could she say no to that?

She then extended out her own tiny paw, taking Cat Slime’s nub hand.
“Well, I’ll try not to step on you too much,” she said, half-jokingly.

Cat Slime beamed, squeaking joyfully as he took Beep to the middle of the dance floor.

He decided to start slowly, by raising the roof to the beat of the music. He waved, encouraging Beep to do it with him. He smiled, barely able to contain his enthusiasm to ramp it up once he felt comfortable.